Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1172

Myles wanted to burst into laughter, but the pain wracking his body snuffed out any trace of humor.

"Kenzo, have you lost your mind? Where's that calm and collected facade now?"

Ah, but that was a mistake to say. Hadn't Kenzo been mad the moment he stepped into this mess?

A dangerous glint passed through Kenzo's eyes as he gripped Myles' throat. "I'm not in the mood for chitchat. Hypnotize her, and I'll let you go."

Myles paled, days of torture having brought him back to harsh reality. He realized he wasn't the King; he was just Myles, a hypnotist. No matter how closely he mimicked, it was all just a poor imitation. He wasn't the King, not the oil baron with power over storms, just a shadow, easily overlooked.

And his obsession with Brielle? Was it just to mimic more convincingly, knowing the King's obsession with her, or had he hypnotized himself into this fixation?

but also his folly. A grave misstep. That's why many in

hoarse as he threw Myles to the ground. Myles landed awkwardly, one leg scraped to the bone from the torture. He was lucid

up, winced from the pain in her stomach, her face deathly pale. "Kenzo, how could you become this?"

else to blame but her for his transformation? It was she who

a deep breath, and

cooperated with Myles. But now, her resistance was clear. Kenzo's tone was cold yet oddly gentle. "If you insist on resisting,

"I actually wanted to kill you myself, but I can't seem to do it, Brielle. Why can't I?" Brielle

wrist, a token of his physical manifestation of his turmoil. "Your sentiments are touching only to yourself. They mean nothing

had played so many roles over the years, yet now, he felt he couldn't continue his act before her. "Brielle, cooperate with the

cold, "Fine, I'll

was about to start the hypnosis when the ground beneath them began to shift,

the soil was collapsing. There was